MINE~STACEY KENNEDY~GIVEAWAY

Dmitri and Presley—the scorching-hot
couple who started it all in Claimed—return to save Club Sin in the
exhilarating new short novel from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy.

Dmitri Pratt is
living out his dream. Not only does he own the ultimate playground for the BDSM
lifestyle, he’s found a special connection with his
deliciously sexy sub, Presley Flynn, the woman who complements him in ways that
go far beyond the bedroom. But when an anonymous blackmailer threatens to
expose the elite, high-profile members of Club Sin in a notorious tabloid,
Dmitri’s perfect world spirals out of control.

Before she met Dmitri, Presley never imagined she would find a Master who could
deliver on all her hottest fantasies. Dmitri’s love and his sensual artistry
surprise her every day, until he suddenly turns distant and cold. For the first
time, Presley wonders where Dmitri’s heart truly lies: with her, or with Club
Sin. As the life they’ve built together begins to crumble, Presley can only
trust that Dmitri has what it takes—to defend what’s his, and win back the
woman he cannot live without.
Mine is intended for mature audiences.

“What’s
going on?”

Presley
Flynn frowned at her best friend and fellow submissive, Cora, who stood beside
the black leather couch in the dungeon. Cora rubbed her round belly, only
partly concealed by a purple teddy; she was in her sixth month of pregnancy. “I
don’t know.”

Presley
knew that Cora, too, felt the odd energy throughout Club Sin. The dungeon
seemed darker somehow, as if it were in a state of confusion.

Most
nights Club Sin opened its doors on Fridays and Saturdays. This Sunday night
Dmitri had allowed attendance in order to celebrate a few birthdays of Club Sin
members. Now Presley wondered if that had been a mistake, though she couldn’t
figure out why.

Presley
dropped down onto the couch near the bondage area, absentmindedly adjusting her
black corset. An hour ago, she and Dmitri had been playing together when Sarah
had suddenly interrupted their scene. One short private conversation later,
Dmitri had pulled all the Club Sin Masters from the dungeon, saying nothing to
Presley.

Cora
lowered herself onto the couch next to Presley. Her bright blue eyes radiated
the same concern Presley felt. “I’ve never seen the Masters leave the dungeon
like that.”

“Yeah,
I know. It was beyond strange.”

Presley
scanned the dark dungeon. Without the Club Sin Masters in attendance, the dungeon
lacked order; the members moved around, looking a bit lost. Something bad must have happened,
she thought.

Swallowing
her worry, she glanced around the room. The couches and chandeliers remained
the same, as did the BDSM stations decorating the room. But the members were
only chatting among themselves, refraining from playing. And that never
happened.

“Do
either of you know what’s going on?”

Presley
glanced to her right, spotting Ella and the other pregnant submissive in Club
Sin, Kenzie, dressed in a black lace bra with panties. Three months along,
Kenzie hadn’t started to show in any significant way. “Nope, I haven’t a clue.
But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Their
anxious faces disagreed.

Ella,
dressed in cherry lingerie, took a seat across from Presley. Ella had given
birth to her daughter, Andie, nearly a year ago, and Presley noted subtle
changes to her body: her hips were wider and her face was fuller, radiant with
natural beauty. “I hope the guys come back soon,”

Ella murmured. “Things are .
. . tense.”

“No
kidding.” Kenzie took a seat. “Everyone is on edge.” Her eyes scanned the crowd
as she

gathered her strawberry-blond hair in one hand.

Noticing
the alarm in Kenzie’s hazel eyes, Presley attempted to stay positive.
Nevertheless, one question lingered in the air: why had Dmitri called for a
private meeting of the Masters during Club Sin hours?

Luckily,
she didn’t need to wonder long. The dungeon’s steel door opened, and in stepped
the one man who could make Presley’s heart flutter, even from a distance.
Powerful and enigmatic, Dmitri entered Club Sin, his stride sure. Blond, tall,
muscular, he was gorgeous.

The
crowd silenced as Dmitri stepped onto the stage, gesturing the crowd to come
toward him. Presley rose, unable to look away from her Dom, as the other
Masters circled behind him. Her man had that authoritative power. When he
walked into a room, either in the dungeon or in his professional life, he
commanded attention. People respected him. They admired him. Presley loved him
for those reasons and more.

She
rose from her seat, moving toward the stage without thinking. The closer she
got, the more evident the dark worry in Dmitri’s eyes became, causing her steps
to falter. Because she knew him so well, she saw that when he glanced out over
the crowd, he took a deep breath. It made her nervous, because she’d never seen
him rattled before.

Just
then, he called in a strong voice, “Friends, I have news that disappoints me.”
His piercing blue eyes briefly flicked to Sarah, the submissive who had
interrupted their scene, before returning to the crowd. “It’s been brought to
my attention that an unknown source has captured photographs of the Club Sin
Masters, their submissives, and a few other members, whom I will talk to
separately.” Loud gasps cut into the air, and Dmitri inclined his head,
acknowledging their concern. “These photos and our names have been sold to a
tabloid magazine that intends to publish them.”

“Who
would do this?” the Dom Max called from the crowd.

“I’m
afraid I don’t have an answer to that.” As voices around Presley rose with
urgency, Dmitri raised his hand, hushing them. “Believe me, we will find out
who’s behind this.”

Presley’s
heart went out to Dmitri as he lowered his head. He never averted his gaze from
anyone. Ever. When he raised his head again, his face wore a wrath that she
hadn’t known existed in him. “I’ve always promised you the highest level of
protection, but this is out of my control. I will do everything in my power to
ensure that those pictures are never published and your identities are kept
safe.”

When
those eyes that could arouse Presley with a simple look met hers, her heart
sank further.

His look was so disconnected that it shook her bones. No warmth
exuded from him. No love was visible in his eyes. She swallowed the sudden
tears prickling her eyes. He’d been something solid in her life. Yet now he
eyed her like a stranger would, disconnected and drawn into himself.

Cold
shock blasted through the room; Presley could almost feel the chill. She
wrapped her arms around herself. Someone wants to expose us? Sickness
rolled through her at the horror of this terrible reality.

Stacey
Kennedy is the USA Today bestselling author of the Club Sin
series. She writes deeply emotional romances about powerful men and the wild
women who tame them. When she’s not plugging away at a new story, she’s either
hiking, canoeing, relaxing around a campfire, or obsessing over Penny
Dreadful, Game of Thrones, andOutlander. Stacey lives in southwestern
Ontario with her husband (who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame),
their two young children, and her other babies: a mini labradoodle named Jax
and a chocolate labrador named Murphy.